Barclay James Harvest - Poor Wages - Текст песни

And with the dawn she changes
Her voice in different ranges
The torn and tattered pages
Of all I've done, poor wages

Satisfied I've never lied
Say goodbye I couldn't try
Destroy her cards and letters
Act like I've never met her
Hardest of all, forget her
Until my heart is better

Satisfied I've never lied
Say goodbye I couldn't try